Vibration
I finally got the book that I ordered online. It’s only like 73 pages long, but still… awesome. The book is called “Free Stallion”. It’s deep dude. Check it out…
Vibration ~ Tamblyn
"Our love spilt,
Hate left the stain.
Touch march.
I’m holding an anarchist’s stance at the rally of your
Neglect.
I’m standing on the front line of the protest,
I’m picketing with signs high in front of your think tank.
You’re gonna have to run me down,
To really run away.
My blood slogans will not go unanswered this time.
The message pulls focus:
Yes, the meaning is clear-
I’m chaining myself to our memories,
You don’t need a key to release me.
Riot gear shields you from my kisses like
Tear gas makes your cheekbones run interference and
My voice screams for a crowd of thousands in a
Singular note.
Scar tissue should be outlawed.
Battle marks are for the brokenhearted.
This
Is the woman’s right to choose.
You split up my soul-vibration like packaged meat,
For every public eye to have a piece and eat.
You served me up
Cold and raw.
My headlines have become the wallpaper inside
Your burning house
Where I watch you penetrate a desert of my ashes,
One mole at a time.
Correct this death penalty,
I demand it.
Drop your weapons-
Pick up my hip attachment.
Screw it,
On.
I’m suing for a-sexual harassment."
See… that’s awesome.
Vibration ~ Tamblyn
"Our love spilt,
Hate left the stain.
Touch march.
I’m holding an anarchist’s stance at the rally of your
Neglect.
I’m standing on the front line of the protest,
I’m picketing with signs high in front of your think tank.
You’re gonna have to run me down,
To really run away.
My blood slogans will not go unanswered this time.
The message pulls focus:
Yes, the meaning is clear-
I’m chaining myself to our memories,
You don’t need a key to release me.
Riot gear shields you from my kisses like
Tear gas makes your cheekbones run interference and
My voice screams for a crowd of thousands in a
Singular note.
Scar tissue should be outlawed.
Battle marks are for the brokenhearted.
This
Is the woman’s right to choose.
You split up my soul-vibration like packaged meat,
For every public eye to have a piece and eat.
You served me up
Cold and raw.
My headlines have become the wallpaper inside
Your burning house
Where I watch you penetrate a desert of my ashes,
One mole at a time.
Correct this death penalty,
I demand it.
Drop your weapons-
Pick up my hip attachment.
Screw it,
On.
I’m suing for a-sexual harassment."
See… that’s awesome.